Staring at the Sun

When I was a child, and didn’t know any better
I used to stare at the sun for minutes at a time
And after a while, the bright golden circle of the sun
Would melt away into the blue of the sky
Like I was looking at a deep blue sky within a sky
Someone asked me about her the other day
And I found myself standing there describing her
Her eyes — lost in the thought of her eyes
Such a deep, deep blue…
Like staring into the sun
When I was a child, and didn’t know any better
I used to stare at the sun